Epilogue“Look, I don’t have time to talk, I’m trying to get ready,” Ben said, juggling his cell phone. He bent over and leaned down to peer into the makeup mirror. He applied a layer of the stage makeup.
“You never have time to talk to your brother anymore,” Phillip complained. “You’d think you’d be interested.”
Ben sighed. “I am interested, but you caught me when I’m getting ready for the show.” He glanced at the other chorus line members in the room who were in various stages of preparing for the performance.
“You and that stupid show.”
“It’s not a stupid show. It’s been the most popular show in Vegas for six weeks now.” Something Ben was extremely proud of.
“Whatever. I thought you might want to know that I finally got a job, no thanks to your boyfriend.”
Ben pursed his lips after
